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Sunday is gloomy,My hours are slumberless,Dearest the shadowsI live with are numberlessLittle white flowers willNever awaken youNot where the black coachOf sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought ofEver returning youWould they be angryIf I thought of joining youGloomy Sunday.

Gloomy is sundayWith shadows I spend it allMy heart and I haveDecided to end it allSoon there'll be candlesAnd prayers that are sad,I know, let them not weep,Let then knowThat I'm glad to go

Death is no dream,For in death I'm caressing youWith the last breath of mySoul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy SundayDreamingI was only dreamingI wake and I find youAsleep in the deep ofMy heartDear